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Chapter 12: Lucy

Lucy:

The door opens slowly. Well that isn't creepy like something out of a horror movie at all. There isn't anyone near the door, so I move through the corridor into the kitchen.

I've never actually been in here before. Xavier and I have talked about having a night in, but we've been too caught up in everything else. Actually, the two of us haven't even really had a real date since he came here. Tonight doesn't count, because we didn't know we were going to see each other at that club.

I hear a creak and snap out of it. Why am I thinking about dates with Xavier when I'm in his kitchen, I don't know where he is, and everything is creepy?

I look around. His kitchen is pretty much how you'd expect a guy that is twenty years old to look. He has pizza boxes lining one counter, bowls and plates filling the sink, and a weird stain on the floor that looks suspiciously like blood. What in the world?

I hear voices. There's more than one person in here. I follow the sound of the voices through the doorway and into another room. There are two couches, a flat screen T.V., and two people.

I gasp. On one of the couches in Xavier. I walk over to him. There is no way I'm going to the other couch.

Because on that couch, seating all calm and nice, with a somewhat evil grin on his face, is Max.

His smile widens when he sees me. "Ah, Lucy. Dear Lucy. There is much we have to discuss. Again."

Alex:

Tyrece grins at me, and I scream. Turning to run the other way, I barely make it two steps before I feel a buzz. I turn around, shocked.

"You shot me!"

He smiles sheepishly. "I'm sorry?"

I shake my head and walk a step closer, a menacing look on my face. "Tyrece."

He takes a step back for every one that I take forward, holding his hands up in surrender. "Alex, I love you."

I laugh, a cold, humorless laugh. "Tyrece, you better run. Because as soon as my lives refill, I'm coming for you."

He blanches before turning tail and running. I giggle as I watch his shadow fade into strobe lights.

Lasers beam all around me, and I crouch behind a pillar while waiting for my lives to refill.

This was my idea. We made a bet that he couldn't beat me at laser tag, so this was our next date. Loser buys ice cream afterwards. So far, he's winning. But I'm planning to make a comeback in the next fifteen minutes.

I look at the clock. Maybe it isn't fifteen minutes. But two? Time passed so quickly. I think quickly.

The game is almost over, so where would Tyrece go. Obviously not somewhere I would expect, because I could tie us up. He should be trying to win the actual game, but because he's already beat me, he wouldn't be in my section.

He thinks he's beat me. But I've got him. I silently creep into his section, and find him sitting on a ledge painted green. He isn't facing me, he's facing the giant timer on the wall that tells us there's only one minute left for me to shoot him.

Which I do. He falls off the wall. Apparently, my shot startled him.

I walk over to him cautiously and help him up. Smirking, I point to the timer. "We're even."

He smiles. "Even Steven. Guess we split the cost of the ice cream. You buy mine, I buy yours."

I laugh. "Sounds like a good idea."